I’m thankful for a day that moves us forward. Today felt like that kind of a day even though none of it seemed seamless or effortless. Owen repeats himself a lot. And by a lot, I mean a lot, a lot. It’s a lot. A lot of repeating, a lot of repetition. And then a lot of the repeating repetition. There are days I try not to get on the repeating train with him but most days I seem to derail myself more than I ever get him off track or maybe it’s back on track. He slept great and once again was ready for school. I’m glad he loves going and loves his teacher. We got out to wait for the bus and he was on the overpass/underpass train and wanted to go see the depot. I keep wondering if the overpass he wants to see is close to the depot. He’ll figure out how to tell me. “Do you eat grass,” he said numerous times as we were waiting. He goes back and forth with his no and yes answers and the correct answer isn’t generally first. He heard a noise and said, “do you hear it it’s a giant.” He’s so full of words and working on his sentence structure. He asked when he would see his doctor and he then answers himself. The questions are being formed and answered. I went to his IEP -Individualized Education Program meeting today to plan for the year ahead. It’s emotional. I talk with his teacher all the time so technically there are no surprises but it’s still emotional. Plus, the big plus, I wanted to hold him back next year. I also want to cry. It’s a big decision but for him, I think it is the right decision. He’s tiny for his age and the progress he is making will increase by keeping the same plan in place with his teacher. Thankfully the school agreed and it all progressed smoothly. His teacher and his therapists all talked about the progress he has made and the areas they will continue to focus on, and it all made sense to me. I’m truly thankful for how much this group supports and fosters my son’s growth. When he got home from school it luckily stopped raining when he got off the bus. He asked to go bowling but they are generally busy so I told him we could go Friday or Saturday if he wanted since he had therapy tomorrow. Then he asked to go to the depot and look for the overpass but he decided instead he wanted to take a bubble bath and talk about eating. We read together, ate a snack, and then he took his bath. Bathrooms really should be completely waterproof. He was wound up today. He thought it was funny to kick the shower walls and kept splashing all of the water out of the tub. I don’t want him to think he can do something like kick the walls but the more I corrected him the more he kicked them and laughed. He has no concept that his actions result in things being broken or destroyed. Every time he kicked the wall his foot came down on the faucet. I was concerned that he was going to hurt his foot either by kicking the wall or from the faucet. Thankfully he moved forward and stopped. I sat watching bowling with him only he wanted me to watch it from another chair. I was sitting in the wrong spot and I kept telling him I was fine but he wanted me to move. I knew what was going to happen. As soon as I moved he was done watching it and then he wanted me to move so he could sit where I was sitting because he wanted to play on the computer. His nighttime prayer was “Dear God, thank you for Thanksgiving and my friends Mickey Mouse. Amen.” He only got out of bed one time but I heard him several more. I pray he sleeps the night. The plan, the expectations are never as great as the love in my heart for my sweet baby O. He is what matters. Find your joy, share your story, and make today matter. Smiles to all and donut daze!
I'm Lynn Browder. Owen's Mommy. The best moments in time are when I get to see the smile on his face and that giggle come from his heart.